Ok, Whats Wrong With Love?

I have made many of the same mistakes. Most when intoxicated on cheap champagne and some sort of complicated lifestyle, that I have chosen to follow that week. Best bit of being awkward and youthful. But even I should have known by now, that this certain same mistake is painful and I probably should shudder at the thought and think against it next time. If you're under the impression that I'm alright lately. You'll probably never notice that I'm far from it.

It was a Saturday evening and I received a text message . "If I call for a lift soon will you pick me up" . I didn't think twice about this question, as it was from the lady who I will be thinking about, till the day my body drops and hits the floor. "and we can get take out and listen to death cab". So I did. I drove and met her at the shops. Her recent fad boyfriend escorted her to me. He made this clear he wasn't happy. She had lied to him and said I was upset and wanted to talk. He stood there, with his over sized head, awkwardly formed body and his single large eyebrow that stretched over his forehead, saying his goodbyes. I stood quiet and confident.

We attended a party and then decided to go get our takeout. She told me about her dreams of us. Of us. Yeah. Oh it was pleasant to my ears. At last shes realised. She was flirty and it was contagious. We decided to go to my house to watch a movie and listen to some good music. But unfortunately I am far from being a real gentleman. So when she was in my room flinging clothes off and proving that she can still be passionate towards me, things got more complicated.

I was'nt quite sure on her motives but cheating on him wasn't really the best way to show him you wanted to take your relationship to a new level. As apparently she does now. And now her emotions for me have changed directions once again. What once was us getting out of here and starting new, was now never there.

After a brief break up with her boyfriend they are now back together. Oh lady how you fake it. Are you really that desperate. To want what you have to be real? You don't really like that guy you are making out with, do you? Cause I can see right through you. And I can see that you have sold yourself short.

I wish I could take the pain out of love. But if I did that then maybe this love wouldn't exist. So next time she says she misses me, I have learnt she probably don't.

If You Love, you Lose (I loved and lost)

When she says "I miss you" shes drunk and confused. When I say it, I miss her more than you could have ever miss her or anything else. Memories of her lying on my chest and wanting to be there forever are long gone.

My lifes seems to be going pretty fast. I could possibly compare it to a rocket ship of late. Burning through that tough old atmosphere, through the stars, around that moon and then to return with a crash back down on earth. Hopefully i'll hit something pretty.

So much has happened since my last blog. I don't think I will have time to tell you all. So I will try and sum it up in a few sentences. This is where you will have to use your imagination of what happened.

Saw Bright eyes, got drunk. celebrated st patricks/Jamies Birthday , got drunk. Went to the new Danny Boyle Film, Premiere of Sunshine, got drunk. Played poker ,had a drinking competion. FAILED. This is the main stuff. All ends up with blurry eyes and the occasional lady.

Sorry, I haven't updated recently. I've been very busy it seems. Very creative stuff is going on.

We Rock The Party!

Are you ready for disorder and decay? Trying drinking cocktails with a middle aged drunk pulling on your tie and dragging your head down, ready to pounce. Planting pouting lips anywhere she can. We drank cocktails. Mine were mainly champagne based. I do love that drink. All night I had been recieving angry phone calls from a very arguemntive boyfriend.
"meet me at my road, in ten minutes. I'm going to kill you." Boring little fuck. I just passed the phone on to a friend and left them to argue. I heard "Yeah we fucked your bitch. Fucked her good." I walked off into the toilet where I struggled with stage fright. The guys behind me had noticed. So I made a joke about it. So I was teased for a little while. But all in good nature. It had all happened to them before. Cubicle was free so I dashed in. I really needed to go at this point. And there it came.

We later decided to grab a cab and head into the city. We headed towards Soho to attend a hair metal club. It was underground bar, which kind of reminded me of a cave. And didn't we rock the party. Lets just say we stood out. Which I didn't mind I was just up for a bit of fun. After my first drink, I introduced myself to the drummer of Dirty Cherry. I asked her straight off "when we were going to make out?" I didn't fail, lets put it that way. At this pointed I headed to bar. I tryed drag Mr K. for a jagermeister. But he was in full swing and busting out head nods. So I dragged The Griffbag instead. Down the hatch. YOW, thats better. Through to the quieter room we headed where we settled and barked out football songs. And didn't we rock the p-a-r-t-y . Yeah, we stood out. After a while we all had settled. The Griffbag was blurting out insults, to the people passing to the lady toilets. A lot more insults and a few more football chants later. It was time for the underground club to close. So me and Mr K. headed up to the toilets to realise some of our intake of booze we had devoured this evening. Their was only one cubicle, so Mr K. took that and I took the bin under the sink. He finished first and caught a glimpse. On the way out I got a shove off some long haired angry metal guy. The Dazzler had previously insulted him.

It was now near 4am. The Dazzler and Mr.K headed home and the rest of us were off to the south bank to attend a salsa bar. It was a nice little place. The people in it were friendly enough but I wouldn't like to cross them. We had a few more beers. One of us was asleep on the table. I was quite awake. So I managed to chuck back many more. We just sat talking and watching the dancers dance, till chucking out time. We grabbed our coats and set off to Euston to get the train home.

Now 6.30 am, we were waiting for the police. The Griffbag had got into a incident with two unfortunate ladies. They were "fat and stupid" just as The Griffbag had previously said. I called a "fag". But I just replied "no thanks. I'm ok." It was far to early to be started on by a scumbag in a cheap tracksuit. The Griffbag apoligised and we were free to get on the free coach home.

stranger then strangers

Stranger then strangers. Having a lady that is not constant on her feelings, is one of the worst feelings I have ever had.

Soon to Clicks Hisses and Complicated Kisses

Cocktail bars, metal clubs and salsa bars.x

Dying Batteries

I had a taste of the bitter pill as I watched Aresnal, who had the most shots and custody of the ball for most of the game, go out with a one a piece draw at the Emirates(still unbeaten). I will suffer a onslaught of taunts tomorrow.

So my sleeping pills got me off to sleep last night. But that did not last. An hour later thinking it would be morning, I looked up at my clock. Damn. Today was a overall pleasent day. Traffic was slow coming into work, but it looked like a nice day. I need to get some new shades for the summer.

After working for a few hours, a few peoples have made me want to stay at my job. But can I really take my notice. I'll have a word see what I can do. Sophie Berry came into day. She is a very, very odd girl. She just stood watching me for a while before saying a word. Last weekend, Sophie came in and onslaughted me with accusations of breaking her heart. Apparently she thought we had something going on. I have no idea where it came from. We hadn't kissed or anything. None of this was mentioned today. Actually not much was mentioned today.

When I got home I checked my messages. A few from her. All ended in question marks. I always seem to attract nuts. In school some girl called Mary carved into her arm my whole name. Is that sort of thing hot? I don't think I had ever said a word to her. ahwell. Then I was with a girl who made out with loads of guys so I, blew it off. Only to have her bite a hole in my back leaving me scarred. Loads of crazy phone calls later "why don't you love me" she said. YOU BIT A HOLE IN MY BACK. Blood everywhere. She punched me everytime she saw me around after that. I won't even start on Frostface. She was amazing in so many ways. But clearly unglued in places.

New whacko soon please.

New Addition to the Hip Kids.x
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Sleepeaze

What do you do if every day is turning into the same day? Quit your job and pop goes the routine.

Lots of things have happened lately. I got drunk in the bath on a bottle of wine and a flask of whiskey. Pissed off a band, because of a incident with a lady, who most likely wasn't worth it, in the back stage area. Gave the wave of "i'm doing fine" to the love of my life and her new, caterpillar eyebrowed boyfriend. When really I want to be chopped up into tiny little pieces. And played strip poker to the wee early hours.



Props go to Mr K, King of the Hip Kids. He said I should write a novel. Although I would never be able to keep it up.

damn sleepnig pilss worked to good.... night.xxxxxxxxxxx

Where theres a will, theres a way.

In my opinion one third of the town I live in should be in flames. Silly town and its silly ways.

I handed my notice in at work. I love my job, but its just time.x